In the quiet dawn, where light softly creeps,
I find my heart whispering thanks,
For the gentle touch of morning breeze,
And the song of the waking birds in trees.

Each leaf that dances in the sunlit air,
Shares a tale of life’s abundant grace,
And with each breath, a silent prayer,
For the beauty that time cannot erase.

Through the winding paths of golden fields,
Where wildflowers bloom and sway,
I gather moments, like precious yields,
And hold them close through the day.

In the company of stars at night,
I count blessings, like shimmering dreams,
Grateful for love’s enduring light,
And the peace that gently streams.